I apologized for not knowing her work but said she looked familiar. She said she preferred those who were not familiar with her work to super fans. Sh...e suggested meeting the next day for coffee. I was intrigued and said sure. We exchanged numbers and said good night. And then I Googled her. She was hot - very hot. The face and body of a college girl combined with a fat dick. I jerked off to one of her videos and went to sleep.I texted the next day to tell her I was in her neighborhood for work.. She moaned more, telling me again how great my dick felt. I could tell she was close to cuming as she was obviously fingering her pussy while lying in bed talking to me and she told me she was very close. I asked her whether she wanted my tongue or my dick on her clit when she came in her fantasy and she told me "your dick!!."Then, while in her fantasy she was helpless, I wanted to make her make another conscious decision. "Do you want my cock on the outside rubbing your clit, or do you want it. In front of the desk was a overstuffed chair, and that was the extent of the conventional furniture in the room. Otherwise, there were several large and small cushions scattered about the room looking as if they were just waiting for some sort of interesting activity.The man stood up as Jeremy entered, escorted by a beautiful and nude receptionist. He shook hands, introducing himself as Howard Johnson. "That's all for now, Nancy. Hang around, as we may have need for you later." Yes, Master.". So, naturally, we seemed to always get into trouble together. Now, it is common knowledge that Emmie has always had a crush on me. Well, more like an infatuation with me. She used to steal kisses from me and always hug me as a sign of affection. This was all perfectly innocent in the eyes of everyone else, but Emmie and I always knew better than that. She knew everything about me and I knew everything about her on the deepest level. Perhaps it is because the two of us are related, or maybe it.